Beyond the lands of time

lies an eternal treasure

its core is always much too far

for an open eye can always be blind



under the rain of nonsense

the wise raises up his fortress

and the darkest blindfold

after all can be the guide



Leaving all senses behind

living on the verge

leaving all senses behind

living on the verge

prove the truth and taste the lies



Break the ice

look inside

and see the flames are burning everwhere

so afraid to look

a little higher

in this pathetic realms

where only the weak survive